Chapter 90: Ninety Days After Retiring #Is Ning Chang Dead or Alive?
At the meeting of leaders after the Beiqing Village incident, Pingyangzi and Qianxu had an argument and almost came to blows. Yang Jing had no right to know about this due to his identity.
However, the kind of person in charge determines the kind of members you will have.
Previously, Beiqing Village had been so rapidly building temples and raising and offering sacrifices to the gods that members of the Yuantie Provincial branch would offer condescending sneers and sarcasm whenever they met Yang Jing and his group. They also sarcastically called them useless, saying that they had spent the past few years in the Jiuyou Tongshen Society focusing on eating, drinking, and having fun, gaining weight instead of developing their brains. The members of the Jingbei branch were furious, but they could do nothing about it.
After all, the members of the Yuantie Province branch do have the qualifications to mock them.
But when the Beiqing Village incident happened, the status of the two instantly changed. Those who were sarcastic and mocking became members of the Jingbei branch, while those who were bullied with sullen faces became the unlucky guys of the Yuantie Province branch.
The conflict between the two intensified. If they were not afraid of arousing the resentment of their superiors, both sides would have resorted to fighting.
Therefore, after hearing his subordinates casually complain, "Hey, the people in Yuantie Province have always disliked us and are hoping that we will make mistakes when doing things. Now that this incident with Mr. Ning has happened, they must be laughing their mouths off behind our backs," a white light seemed to flash through Yang Jing's head, and his brain, which was dizzy due to the sudden accident, instantly became clear.
Yes, they have such a big conflict with the members in Yuantie Province. Maybe these guys just want to make fun of them and made this happen!
The more Yang Jing thought about it, the more it made sense. When Ping Yangzi didn't respond, he couldn't help but add a few more words. "There's something else I find strange. I re-looked at some photos taken by reporters of Mr. Ning refuting the rumors, and I discovered that the chandelier that hit Mr. Ning was originally positioned directly above his head. Based on the shape and diameter of the chandelier, it would have completely covered Mr. Ning's head. But the reality was completely the opposite. It was as if they had deliberately used the wind to deflect the chandelier, so that it only hit half of Mr. Ning's shoulder!"
He frowned and argued, "This is illogical. If someone outside the Nine Nether Gods Society really wanted to deal with us and Mr. Ning, why would they spare his life? Wouldn't it be better if Mr. Ning died? Only members of the Nine Nether Gods Society know Mr. Ning's position in our organization and how important his existence is to us. That's why they injured him but didn't kill him."
"Besides that, they seem to be well aware that a group of us, who are Taoist priests, are disguised as security personnel to protect Mr. Ning..."
Before Yang Jing finished the last sentence, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. He subconsciously picked it up and took a look, and found that it was a video sent by Tu Wang, with a note that the video was copied from the surveillance camera of He Liu and Lu Tan stationed in the corner.
Yang Jing paused and immediately reported the situation to Pingyangzi.
Pingyangzi remained silent the entire time he expressed his opinion, but his old, wrinkled face looked like a gloomy rainy day, as if water would drip from it at any second. His eyes were covered with a thick layer of gloom, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura that was terrifying and frightening.
Listening to the heavy breathing coming from the microphone, Yang Jing's heart beat extremely fast. He didn't know whether Pingyangzi would agree with his speculation, nor did he know whether Pingyangzi would punish him. The fear of the unknown was a little too much for him to bear. He could only breathe hard and hard to calm his nervousness.
Fortunately, good luck was on his side. After waiting for about five seconds, Ping Yangzi finally spoke.
His voice was like the clattering gears of an old machine, and it sounded harsh, but since it only contained the simple words "I understand, forward the surveillance video to me", Yang Jing felt that such harshness was not unbearable.
After hanging up the phone, he first forwarded the surveillance video to the introducer, then sat on a chair in the hospital corridor and turned on the video.
Yang Jing glanced at the time displayed at the bottom of the video. It was 1:40 in the afternoon. There was still half an hour before Ning Changsheng's press conference began. However, for safety reasons, all the members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society who were responsible for this matter had already taken their positions, including He Liu and Lu Tan.
The two men were wearing security uniforms, holding anti-riot batons in their hands, and sat lazily on the edge of the flower bed, talking in low voices.
Time ticked by, and this somewhat secluded corner remained deserted. It wasn't until the press conference began that two figures slowly sauntered in from the blind spot of the surveillance video. As they approached, their features came into view: a young man, an old man. The younger one looked to be in his twenties, with dyed-gray hair and a nose and lip piercing, a street thug at first glance. The older man, on the other hand, had a hunched back, one foot deep, the other shallow, and his gait was shaky and unsteady, as if he would fall at any moment.
It was very awkward for two people like this to stand together, not to mention that they appeared together outside the convention center, which seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.
Although He Liu and Lu Tan acted lazy, their eyes were like hawks searching for prey, always keeping a close eye on their surroundings. Therefore, the appearance of the old man and the young man immediately aroused their vigilance.
He Liu made a gesture to Lu Tan, who nodded slightly to show that he understood.
A few seconds later, the Shamatte thug grabbed the old man's arm and quickened his pace towards the corner, cursing.
"Hey, security guard over there." The gangster raised his chin, his lip stud gleaming in the sunlight. He Liu pointed at his nose, and the gangster nodded, his tone a little impatient. "You, find me a wheelchair quickly, or if my old man falls, I'll be the first to complain to you."
He Liu frowned subconsciously, and Lu Tan beside him said, "There are no wheelchairs. The Convention and Exhibition Center is hosting an important person today. Unimportant people, please stay away."
As soon as these words were spoken, the gangster immediately became rebellious.
He let go of the old man's arm and immediately strode up to them, walking all the way to the side door, as if he wanted to rush into the convention center and cause trouble.
How can this be?
He Liu's face paled slightly. As he caught up to the thug, his fingers had already reached for the talisman paper in his Qiankun bag. But just as he was approaching the thug, his fingers reaching for his shoulder, ready to swipe the talisman, the thug seemed to have eyes behind him and suddenly shifted sideways. He Liu stumbled forward, missing the target, and the thug took the opportunity to press the talisman paper he had hidden against He Liu's chest.
"What?!"
Lu Tan, who noticed this scene, was shocked and reacted immediately. However, just as he raised his foot to help He Liu, the old man who looked like he could hardly stand suddenly straightened his hunched back, and his right hand, like dry tree bark, clamped his neck when Lu Tan was off guard.
The feeling of suffocation made his eyeballs bulge out, and he tightly grasped the right hand of the dead tree with both hands. The old bones that should have been extremely fragile were now as hard as a copper wall and iron wall. No matter how hard Lu Tan tried, he could not shake it at all.
At the same time, the gangster seemed to realize that there was an on surveillance camera in front of him staring at him. He suddenly raised his eyes, and his lips with lip piercings curled up in a mocking arc. He grinned, made exaggerated lip movements, and silently said two words.
Yang Jing easily recognized the two words as: "idiot."
Before the provoked anger could fully burn out, the surveillance video suddenly stopped and the screen turned black.
Yang Jing tightened his fingers and couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Fuck!"
After watching this video, he became even more certain that his analysis was correct. This Shamatte thug clearly knew the true identities of He Liu and Lu Tan and went after them! Otherwise, he wouldn't have missed He Liu's attack so quickly and then used the talisman paper on him!
But only the members of Jiuyou Tongshenhui knew that they were protecting Ning Changsheng...so it must be one of their own people who was causing trouble!
Beijing North.
After watching the surveillance video, Pingyangzi's eyes darkened. Standing before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his mind replayed Qianxu's aggressiveness during the meeting of leaders that day. He and Qianxu had their conflicts, but he had to admit that, despite his short temper and his tendency to look down on the other leaders because of Beiqing Village's rapid progress, he wasn't stupid. He couldn't see through such an obvious frame-up... Pingyangzi couldn't believe it.
After the conflict that day, Pingyangzi, once calmed down after returning from the old city, began to vaguely guess why Qianxu was so persistent in his pursuit of him. It was simply that the Beiqing Village incident had become public, but with no one behind it, the culprit could be found. If anyone were to tell him about it, it would be a joke, not to mention the consequences if the superior, after waking from his retreat, heard the news. So Qianxu had no choice but to share the blame, trying to shift it onto him, getting him to shoulder some of the blame.
Pingyangzi is not the type of person who would suffer a loss. Qianxu's behavior last time had already angered him. He had been planning to find a time to send Qianxu to hell. Now the Ning Changsheng incident happened... Pingyangzi curled his lips and let out a sneer from his throat.
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It was more than four hours later that Sang Qiqi learned that Ning Changsheng had recovered from surgery. Leaving the funeral arrangements to Duan Sui, she headed for the hospital in the capital of Yuantie Province. In the VIP room of the inpatient department, Ning Changsheng's face had been sullen since he woke up. His special assistant, upon learning he was awake, was terrified he wouldn't die, eagerly teasing him with the latest news.
"...The incident that occurred at your press conference has sparked discussion across the internet. Although the PR team quickly suppressed the news and removed the trending search results, it had little effect. The main reason was that over two hours ago, an account with an IP address from Yuantie Province posted a Weibo post, firmly stating that the surveillance video we showed at the press conference was fabricated. They also released an unedited and unedited video of the clubhouse they had in hand."
As the special assistant spoke, he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
As a close associate of Ning Changsheng, he had worked alongside him for nearly ten years, and many of his dirty work had passed through his hands. This time, when Ning Changsheng's club was implicated by Dai Jianhua, the club's actual surveillance video was delivered to Ning Changsheng through him. Therefore, as the middleman, he knew exactly what the footage contained.
The girl screamed as Dai Jianhua and Li Quan forcibly held her in their arms and dragged her along. Her screams were so piercing that they brazenly ripped her clothes off piece by piece in the hallway to silence her, gagging her. The girl's expression initially shifted from fear to panic. When she encountered the club manager and was turned away for help, her panic turned to despair.
"I watched the video he sent, and it's slightly different from the actual surveillance footage we have, but it's roughly the same... Strangely, I asked someone to test the possibility of the video being synthesized, but they told me they couldn't detect it."
Sang Qiqi quietly climbed in through the window of the ward on the sixteenth floor, biting the lollipop she bought in the underworld, and sat down on the sofa as if she was back home, crossing her legs and listening attentively to the report from the special assistant.
Seeing that the special assistant was puzzled by the video released by the account with the IP address of Yuantie Province, she raised her red lips without any concealment.
She was the one who opened that account and she also forged the video.
In reality, Sang Qiqi had initially intended to use the club's real surveillance footage to expose Ning Changsheng's hypocrisy, but Ning Changsheng, a seasoned businessman, had completely deleted all of the club's footage. Sang Qiqi had no choice but to fight back.
Didn't Ning Changsheng enjoy fabricating fake videos to pin the blame on innocent girls? So, she might as well fabricate a video that was unfavorable to Ning Changsheng and post it online, hoping to get some buzz to make him feel good.
"Let me see." Ning Changsheng suppressed the anger and irritability that was rising in his heart. After closing his eyes, he raised his uninjured right hand and signaled his special assistant to hand him the phone.
The special assistant hesitated. The online comments were largely one-sided, and the criticism was quite harsh. Director Ning might be furious after reading them. But Ning Changsheng clearly didn't need his consideration. When he didn't receive a timely response, his brows furrowed. The aura cultivated by years of being a superior made the special assistant lower his head.
He quickly switched the phone page to Weibo's hot search list, ensuring that the boss would see at a glance the huge headlines such as #Ning Changsheng's press conference suffers retribution#, #The truth about the surveillance at the Ning's Club#, #What is the relationship between Ning Changsheng and Dai Jianhua#, #Is Ning Changsheng dead#, and the conspicuous word "explosive" after each headline.
The moment he handed the phone over, the special assistant heard a heavy inhalation beside him. He lifted his drooping eyes and was unsurprised to see his boss's pale face, which should have been post-surgery, suddenly turn a pale blue. His right hand, gripping the phone, trembled constantly, as if he were having a seizure.
Sang Qiqi was also very interested in what she saw. She took out her cell phone, turned off the sound, and took a lot of photos of Zhang Ningchangsheng's gloomy face. Then she turned on the video and put the phone on the table, trying to record the secrets in the ward.
Ning Changsheng stared at these trending topics. Although he had already prepared himself mentally, he was still so angry that his heart ached when he saw the word "retribution" and the black font that asked him without any concealment whether he was dead.
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[oi, chandelier full marks]
Ning Changsheng began to inhale.
[Congratulations to Mr. Ning for going down in history as the first Fortune 500 CEO in my country to be punished by God during a press conference. Mr. Ning, remember to brag about yourself like this at dinner parties in the future / thumbs up]
Ning Changsheng clenched his back teeth.
[Is anyone with inside information willing to report the situation? Is Ning Changsheng dead? Is he dead? Is he dead? / Important things should be said three times.JPG]
Ning Changsheng couldn't bear it any longer and threw his phone out with force.
With a clang, the phone shattered onto the floor. Ning Changsheng leaned against the headboard, his eyes bloodshot and panting heavily. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "Where's Yang Jing?! Tell him to get over here!"
The special assistant felt distressed for a second because of the phone he had just bought less than three days ago, and then he answered dutifully: "Master Yang has been waiting outside. It seems he just received a call, so he went out."
"Bring him to me!"
"I'll be there right away."
The special assistant agreed and hurried out, wondering where Yang Jing had gone to answer the phone. He looked up and saw Yang Jing approaching with a sullen expression. He hurried forward and whispered, "Master Yang, Director Ning is awake and calling you over. Director Ning isn't in a good mood right now, so please be careful."
"Okay, I understand."
Yang Jing had been Ning Changsheng's "bodyguard" for a while, and he knew exactly how angry Ning Changsheng would be if he were "punished" by the gods after refuting a rumor. But Ning Changsheng was the financial backer of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, so he could only endure his anger.
Thinking of this, Yang Jing once again angrily scolded the members of the Yuantie Provincial Branch.
Click.
The door of the ward opened and Yang Jing stepped in. The next second, a black shadow rushed towards his forehead. He reacted quickly and turned his head. When his eyes focused again, he heard a bang and the glass flying from the head of the bed hit the door panel and shattered into several pieces.
Yang Jing lowered his eyes, a hint of shame and anger flashing in his eyes, but he could only force himself to apologize to Ning Changsheng: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ning..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
Ning Changsheng sneered, "What's the point of an apology? Can an apology keep the chandelier on the ceiling? Can an apology shut up the netizens? Can an apology make Ningchuan Real Estate's stock price go up again?! Am I usually too flattering and easy to talk to? That's why I spent so much money on you, and this is how you repay me? Go find Ping Yangzi for me. I have to ask him today what he wants to do by hiring so many useless people!"
The auspicious day and time calculated by several Taoist priests ended up becoming the laughing stock of his entire life.
It's really ridiculous!
Yang Jing took a deep breath, concealing all his emotions. He whispered, "Mr. Ning, please don't be angry yet. Things are not irreversible. We can explain the falling chandelier as a deliberate frame-up. You will still be the victim then, which will easily win the sympathy of netizens and shift public opinion. As for the surveillance video released by the account with the Yuantie Province IP address, it's not a big deal. After all, it's a fake video that we made ourselves, and ordinary people can't tell it's real."
"You make it sound so simple. Is public opinion so easily swayed? Do you know how many people are laughing at me online right now?"
Ning Chang had never felt so humiliated in his entire life, especially since he had just witnessed his former sworn enemy post a photo of a chandelier on his own company's official Weibo account and even @ed the official account of the Yuantie Provincial Capital Convention and Exhibition Center, enthusiastically offering help: "If you need a new chandelier installed, please feel free to contact us! We may not be professional chandelier manufacturers, but we are professional chandelier quality inspectors, and we will definitely not let a chandelier fall on Mr. Ning again."
Yang Jing was speechless for a moment.
I hated the members of the Yuantie Province branch.
However, he never expected that at this moment, there would be a rapid knock on the door, followed by the figure of the special assistant appearing from the crack of the open door. He turned his gaze to Ning Changsheng and whispered, "Director Ning, Taoist Qianxu is here to visit you."
Qianxu? !
When these two words came out, Ning Changsheng was slightly stunned, Yang Jing looked up suddenly, and even Sang Qiqi, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show for a long time, couldn't help but stretch her neck.
The special assistant stepped aside, and Qianxu, dressed in a black and gold Taoist robe, walked in from behind him. When he saw Yang Jing and made eye contact with him, Qianxu raised his eyelids and said casually, "Yang Jing? I saw that at the press conference, you were standing by Director Ning's side, watching Director Ning get hit by the chandelier. With your level of ability, you still want to be Director Ning's bodyguard? What's Pingyangzi thinking? Do you not care about Director Ning's safety at all? This is not acceptable."
Ning Changsheng, who was already angry, became even more furious when he heard this.
Yang Jing also heard the full sense of provocation in it, and was even more convinced that his guess was correct.
Look, look!
Not long after the incident, the head of the Yuantie Province branch came to his house in person to mock him for his poor performance and even tried to sow discord between their Jingbei branch and Ning Changsheng.
Yang Jing, furious, didn't care whether Qianxu's status was higher than his own. He didn't give him the slightest bit of respect and sneered, "Yes, after all, Taoist Qianxu is quite capable. How could a small fry like me withstand your attack? But you're quite courageous. You smashed Mr. Ning's body and still have the nerve to come to him and cry thief."
Qianxu originally came to laugh at the joke, but he didn't expect to hear these words.
After a moment of shock, he quickly reacted: "You f*cking think I did this?"
Yang Jing smiled wryly: "Then I have to ask you. You should know it clearly in your heart."
Qianxu was furious: "You little bastard, I think you are talking nonsense! I am not like Pingyangzi, who was resentful of the rapid progress of Yuantie Province and came to incite my people to rebel. He also exposed the gods we worked so hard to worship, making the matter of Beiqing Village known to the whole country. He also forced our companions from all over the country to hide, delaying the progress! I, Qianxu, am upright and honest. I am not as insidious, cunning and shameless as you, Taoist Pingyangzi, who disgusts you with such things! What's more, I have always admired and appreciated Director Ning, and I would never do such a hurtful thing!"
"Don't believe me! Looking across the entire Yuantie Province, who else could have secretly hidden this from us and orchestrated this drama at the Convention Center except for members of your Yuantie Province branch?!"
"Bullshit!" Qianxu had never expected to be bitten like a mad dog by this kid from Jingbei today. His good mood vanished in an instant, and he immediately took out the Sanqing Bell and talisman paper, ready to teach Yang Jing a lesson.
He was just a dog under Pingyangzi, yet he dared to yell at him.
If he doesn't teach the other party a lesson, how will he live his life in the future?!
Ning Changsheng was already annoyed to death, and seeing this scene, his headache was about to explode. The special assistant saw this and immediately stepped forward to intervene, pulling Yang Jing and making desperate glares.
Yang Jing still had some rationality left. He took the lead and glanced at Ning Changsheng, then at Qianxu. He sneered and curled his lips: "I will go and inform Master Pingyangzi now."
Qianxu also sneered: "Then you'd better tell him to get out of here now, so I can settle the score with him about Beiqing Village!"
Pop.
The door of the ward was suddenly slammed shut, making a loud noise that made one's eardrums vibrate.
Sang Qiqi swallowed the syrup in her mouth, her eyes already gleaming with excitement.
so--
Did Qianxu really hold a grudge against Pingyangzi because of the Beiqing Village incident, while the people on Pingyangzi's side thought that it was Qianxu who sent people to cause Ning Changsheng to be hit by the lamp?
Then...if she kills Yang Jing, she can put the blame on Qianxu. If she kills Qianxu, can she put the blame on Pingyangzi?
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